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Light has fallen asleep. Mother dropped a




blanket of ashes over the sailing skies. I yawn.






Heavenly dew parts from above to nourish my dusty throat.



My eyelids gravitate towards the earth, but the back of my mind


tells me to watch. And listen. So I do. It is strange how time always


devours me when I kindly leave it be. Tick, tock, tick—somewhere in the


land of pirates, the dark tides are rising to conquer—tock. My toes stir


up my very own whirlpool of sludge. Then it pulls me under. I raise my





gaze, as the sailing skies become a symphony. Woodwinds whistle







freely through my earth-drenched hair. The base drums





sound-the hour has come. I wish to hear













the full length of Mother’s














symphony but











my eardrums fully






object. So I rise and go back.





Crescendo. The symphony goes on- it is









a wondrous but icy song. I can feel my bones,




chilling and shaking with every thrill. Crescendo.




My right hand grips the frosty doorknob. The Great War




has bega-BOOMBOOMCRACKBOOMCRACKLEBOOM… How strange-there




are constellations flickering on the back of my eyelids.




There is molten steel dripping from my ears. There





are needles ricocheting within my skull.







What is happening? As








quickly as it








started,








it is over.








Light has awoken.







The symphony has ended. The






War has struck its final blow. And I,





brave soldier, return from battle in triumphant




victory. As I glance back at the lonely battlefield, now



bare and silent, reminiscent thoughts engulf me. I remember green



leaves trembling as they wept for tomorrow, and lush meadow grasses


sending fragrant love notes to each other through the tear-streaked air.



I remember watching Mother drop blanket after blanket of ashes on to


sailing skies, and how the whole world hushed down to watch Light fall in


to sweet dreams. Oh, how I wish to hear that symphony with my own ears



again, and fight bravely in that beautiful War, just to feel the




woodwinds through my hair once more. Tick-somewhere






in the land of pirates the dark tides







have ceased to conquer—tock.
















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